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best friend poem

blossoms of babies
in may
brother, i am fire
by the rude bridge
when i looked into your eyes
i despise my friends more than you
when the wind works against us in the dark
so fallen
her face is fair and smooth and fine
she heard the children playing in the sun
in their ragged regimentals
a flying word from here and there

 



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